x-posted from bbv
*** Dispatch's Guide/ Trip Report to Scoring Bananas in Vegas when you have no Hookup
for the tl;dr crowd, just read it.
My girl and I arrive in Las Vegas 2 days before her Cousin is scheduled to arrive from Los Angeles with some sweet L.A. Confidential. I wanted some herb before i even thought about hitting up the juicy cash games, because it was my 1st time playing live pokers. We have no bananas, and as most of you know, this is no way to spend time in Vegas.
So we take a cab from our suite at Tahiti Village, to Mandalay Bay, our goal at the moment is to find a liquor store to get things started... after a **** ton of walking, we find a liquor store and I get a pint of Smirnoff, the lady gets some Capt. Morgan. And were off, with our new goal being bananas obviously. We start off with some sight seeing... blah blah blah. Before you know it, my vodka is gone and we've walked almost all the way to Circus Circus, and here is were the story starts.
We’re on that small strip of nothing, leading up to the older part of the strip, looking for shady characters who look like they might have what we need. We see several people who fit the description, but I haven’t built up enough courage to ask some random for green, so we keep walking. We soon run into this dude handing out some coupons to shows, and I make small talk till the crowd walking around us disperses.
“Hey man you know were we can get some smoke?” , “Yeah yeah but I don’t have it, my buddy Tyler does, I’m Jason btw”.
He says we can find his buddy near Planet Hollywood, ( I didn’t catch it at the time, but of course the coupons he was giving away were for Planet Hollywood). We decide to keep walking the way were headed .
At this point, I’m in need for some more Vodka, so were off to another liquor store. I get what I need and were headed back out in search of our savior, when we stumble upon this Hookah Bar tucked away in this little cubby hole of stores. We’ve never been to one so we hit it up. It was run by this chilled out Middle-Eastern dude, I was so tempted to ask him if he had any, but I wasn’t about to ask a legit business owner for green. We order some lemon tobacco and sit back and relax on the comfy ass pillows surrounding the entire room.
Upon leaving, we run into this black dude chilling outside some restaurant, I’m drunk ass **** at this point. I ask him if he holding and he says no, but his cousin might. He heads inside the restaurant and talks to some dude, then comes back out and says he can get it, but its in a bad part of town and he needs a ride. He was also nice enough to tell us that we should not go to this part of town, because he, himself is afraid of getting robbed down there. We said no thanks as we had no form of transportation… WTF how hard can it be to get bananas here?!?!
We start walking back towards MGM and as were walking I see these 2, not so friendly looking black gentlemen walking quickly. Perfect!. We speed up our pace to catch up with them and I ask them the same question. They seem to be excited, but we soon realize they think were looking for coke ( which they do have) . Sorry not into that. **** my life!
By now were tired as **** from all the walking, and we see this ledge that looks perfect for a cigarette break. We take a seat and light up, I look to my right and see these two dudes “posted” across from us. Its obvious they are there for one reason. Im feeling like such a badass right now from all the booze, so I look over at them and just simply nod my head at them like, Sup bro? They hesitate, then the chubby one walks over to us!! He asks what we need, ( omg, is it really this easy?) I say ,“an eighth“ , then he walks away for a few minutes. This other guy shows up at our feet and starts handing us hooker cards, and then… 3 small bundled up tissues.
At this point I’m freaking out, I’ve never done this in front of so many people and I’m like, “Shouldn’t we go behind a building for this?” he says, “ Relax man, its fine, are you a cop or something?”. I laugh and say no, ( I totally look like some random 21 year old stoner, so I don’t think he thought I was the police). I ask how much, and he says $60. I pull out my wad of cash and say I’ve only got $40. LOL he sees my wad of hundreds and isn’t buying it. I’m still freaking out because there’s so many people around and I’m about to hand him cash. I give him $60 bucks, without looking at the bundled up napkins , which could have anything in them. Then he says, “Since I’ve been such a nice guy, why don’t you give me a tip?” I laugh and hand him an extra $5 ( who tips their ****ing drug dealer?!!?!). I head into the nearest casino bathroom to check the goods. Oh how sweet it smells!
Success!! We soon realize we have nothing to smoke out of! **** my mother ****ing life!! I start brainstorming and the first thing I think of is asking random people were a headshop is. We ask shop owners, dudes on the street selling there mix tapes, anyone and everyone, they all say its back the way we just came from. F that, soon MacGyver mode kicks in and I have an idea!!
Apples!! Were the hell are we going to get apples at 3 a.m.? Oh yeah its Vegas, we soon find a Wal-Greens and I pick out 3 nice big, red apples.
At last! We have everything we need to smoke out!
So I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but at this point I didn’t ****ing care! “Where you kids headed to?” “ Bel-Air, I mean Tahiti Village please”
We soon arrive at our place and I generously tip the cab driver. What a night! So I get the apple ready and soon, my girl and I are in our huge tub smoking the sweet, sweet kush, that we looked all night for.
The End